Wes Phillips

Huckleberry personally inspects every box before it leaves mi casa.

Krazy Kat, Ignatz Mouse, and Offissa Pup are an eternal triangle. Yes, the comic strip, the language, and the whole situation defy explanation or logic, but once you fall under its spell, you'll find yourself enchanted and intoxicated. Sarah Boxer explains all—sort of.

Savan wrote Slam Dunks and No Brainers: Language in Your Life, the Media, Business, Politics, and, Like, Whatever. Looks like a book I'll have to read.Via Blog of a Book Slut.

Remember when the writing about music was as great as the music itself? Even when I violently disagreed with Bangs (his review of David Bromberg's first album, for instance), he wrote so hard and hot, I had to respect that it was his opinion and not just the music critics' party line. When he loved something, he conveyed what it was he loved better than just about anybody. (Except perhaps for Ian MacDonald, but that was the subject of a post yesterday.)

A silly site that links words from songs to your text. Regular messages are completely incomprehensible, but I've found that gibberish and free verse work pretty well—essentially the same schtick that worked for me in high school creative writing class.

When our city and our lives were graced by Beverly Sills.

Of Saturn!